Grace has kept me far from your web,
Oh me, how I nearly was fooled.
I thank my lucky stars that I'm far,
That I'm far from your reach.
Though your arms are long,
My will is strong.
Grace has kept me far from your web,
I roam free in my garden instead.
I thank my lucky stars, a little bird,
Told me all the little things I wouldn't have heard.
Though my soul is free,
Your spirit haunts me.
Grace has kept me far from your web,
Oh me, how I nearly was fooled.
I thank my lucky stars that I'm far,
That I'm far from your reach.
Though your arms are long,
My soul is free,
Your spirit haunts me.